Nyyark Posted November 21, 2003 Report Share Posted November 21, 2003 Worn and weary, she stumbles back again. The rider of the dark horse comes to mount. Running the race she knows she cannot win. Because the storm sodden track will not count. Running circles set by a cruel master. While the crowds hoot and holler as she comes near. Screaming she is too slow, she must go faster, Her muddy torn cloak, the subject of jeer. Can you not see it is for you she rides? Her word as her promise, she will be there. How is it you laugh at the pain she hides? She rides for your life, yet you do not care. Are you so dead that your heart will not beat? Open wide the gates, let her ride out! Can't you see that you lose with her defeat? Grow and change! That's what the future's about. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peredhil Posted November 21, 2003 Report Share Posted November 21, 2003 Oooh. Nice. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
whynotsin Posted November 21, 2003 Report Share Posted November 21, 2003 (edited) yes. very interesting how the rider keeps giong even after it is abused by those she/he rides for. very noble. Nice Edited November 21, 2003 by whynotsin Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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